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But to my utmost dismay, I’m met with yet the same scenario. My heart clenches tightly in my chest and hot tears rapidly stream down my face. Right on the bed is the man of my dreams, a guy I’ve known for almost half my life now—my boyfriend—drilling in and out of a girl. I must be dreaming. I need to be dreaming. I bite my lip hard till it bleeds out. I’m not dreaming. It’s real. No. Noooo. Derek and the lady are so absorbed in their taboo exercise that they still haven’t noticed my presence yet.

They made it to breakfast, she started to eat her pancakes, but then she did the thing, I was worried she'd do in little space, she started to tell them about the date, the dream. "Who was it you went on a date with when you were supposed to be asleep Arianna?" James, her dad asks her. "Scar, dad, he's my dream boyfriend," she says, we've only been doing that for a week now and she called me a boyfriend! "He better stay in the dream world little fox, or so god help me" he threatns, I loved that she had support in her life. "Nu-uh! He's nice!" she says defending me.

, he started again as I raised a finger to shush him. "Let me talk please. I dreamed up moments like this. Thought up the speech I'd give you when this happens but now. I'm all shocked and I dunno what to say but yes. I hope we never have a reason to be apart again because I don't think I can stand it again", I said walking to him and stopping right before him. " You guys should kiss already", Ruby yelled from upstairs. He laughed as he claimed my lips in his. I guess Ruby and I really caught real Casanova Boyfriends.

"You're joking, right?" I ask him skeptically. He gently shook his head. "I'm not. The way you described the woman, that's exactly how we imagine her." I took a deep breath in and roamed my eyes across the diner. This conversation had taken an unexpected turn and I didn't know how to deal with it. How does anyone deal if they come to know that the person repeatedly appearing in their dreams is in fact, some sort of goddess?! "That's why you wanted to work on our relationship?" The word relationship left a weird taste in my mouth. I couldn't believe the boy sitting in front of me was my boyfriend.

I said and stop for awhile. "Dad, I still remember that yu said that no boyfriend until I turn 30. I watched that video and still thinking that you here with me. Let me tell you something mom, dad, well like a few months ago I-I got myself a boyfriend. He's my boss and his name is Joseph. Joseph Sanchez. He is a good guy that really taking care of me especially when I have a nightmare."

He chuckled lightly upon hearing me say that which I really didn’t mean at time because the me right then felt like punching him " You keep saying that yet,you didn't even bother to call me all through the holiday". He frowned as he said that as he took my hands squeezed it a little before interlocking it with his. "I know you would say we chatted but you could have at least called and wished me happy Christmas or probably new year. I bet you called Emmanuella and Linda ". This is the part were my relationship with this boy confused me. He says we are friends or maybe that's what he wants me to think but sometimes he acts like a boyfriend that's being cheated on.

Zach asks, I just roll my eyes at him, he's not babysitting me, I don't need a babysitter. "No Matty is my boyfriend" I tell him with a pout. "He can be your boyfriend, don't be stupid. Your mate is James" Zach says like I'm stupid, I rolled my eyes at him again, he's the stupid one not me. "He's my boyfriend, James is my daddy" I tell him with another eyes rolling.

“I don’t even remember the person I dreamed about, his face was unclear. I think it was just a side effect of the romantic novel I’ve been reading lately.” My eyes darted quickly between his eyes and his chest. In my dream, he had a hard, muscular chest with a tempting six-pack. Was he like that in real life? And would he ever show it to me? "Hello? Alexis?" Blake waved his hand in front of my face, pulling me out of my little fantasy world, where I was thinking rather daring thoughts about him. I think Ariana is right. I need to find a boyfriend and have sex soon, or I'll really start to lose my mind and jeopardize my secrets. And that's the last thing I need right now.

I'd just pulled away in the middle of making out with him. It wasn't that I didn't want to keep kissing him. God knew I loved kissing Nate and those soft lips of his. But right in the middle of it, strange words had suddenly appeared before my eyes, drifting through the air like comments scrolling across a screen. Every single comment said the same thing—that Nate, my boyfriend of three years and family friend of more than twenty, had never really wanted me. Soon, he'd meet the woman he was truly meant to be with and dump me without a second glance.

Whoever that guy is, he is one lucky bastard—getting to enjoy this perfect ass all the time, I thought. Then I realized her boyfriend was probably the guy I had seen walking out of the room minutes earlier, and that he might come looking for his girlfriend. That could not possibly end well if he found us like this. I picked up the pace and let myself go, pounding her sweet back door fast and deep. In just a couple of minutes I felt my orgasm rapidly approaching, but this dream girl actually beat me to the punch, so to speak. "Oh God, I'm coming!" she cried out.